Darkest Hour, Pt. 1 Lyrics

She love me, she hate me, yeah, do she love me or hate me, uh, she love me, she hate me

Not, look, do she love me, okay, you love me, okay, I got it, but shawty really diggin

Me or diggin' for my pockets, every time I hit her up, she always be in pockets, she's my conscience

She always got me, she's so exotic, cause sex a deadly mind game, but I get her logic

Baby, makin' music makes the climax more melodic, always switch positions, but we never switch the

Topics, she's the greatest, she call me big papa, no, that's cause Wallace, she's related

And she can't take it, she losin' patience, her mind and body racin' from that pain and pleasure

Fragrance, fingers through her body, she's in love with masturbation, till our souls complete

And we release from pure ejaculation, now it's over, the lust is over, our minds are sober

Addicted to the sex until the moment we run over, breakin' up a happy home is what she does for

Closure, she said, when you unhappy, hit me up, and I'll come over, if pussy be the answer

Then there must be higher power, she's my third phone call, at my darkest hour

If pussy be the answer, then there must be higher power, she's my third phone call, look, look, look